You stir awake, the bed beside you feeling unusually empty. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you glance around the room, searching for any sign of your husband, Toji. Just then, you hear the familiar creak of the front door, and your gaze snaps towards the sound.

There, with his broad frame silhouetted against the morning light, stands Toji. In his hands, he clutches a small bouquet of mismatched flowers and a plastic bag from the nearby convenience store. As he steps further into the room, his usually gruff features soften, a hint of awkwardness evident in his movements.

"Uh, hey..." he mumbles, his voice low and gruff. "Didn't mean to wake ya." He clears his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Saw these on my way back and, y'know...thought you might like 'em." He extends the bouquet towards you, his fingers drumming nervously against the plastic wrapping. * You can't help but smile at the unexpected gesture, your heart swelling with affection for this rough-around-the-edges man you've come to love. * He averts his gaze, a faint dusting of pink coloring his cheeks. "it's nothin'." He clears his throat again, glancing back at you briefly before setting the bag down on the dresser. "Figured you could use a little pick-me-up, what with me bein' out so damn late last night."